Well my "bestie" MissTommy is pretty wacky and I guess I'm not too far behind her. So for those of you that think all Aussies are crazy, here's two clips of a guy who's more serious than most, Sam Simmonds.
Can't write much today cuz I can't find my glasses, sorta just getting by with an old pair so it's all pretty much cut and paste for this blog.
A photo from a recent function wearing a Pink Floyd tie and showing my very worst drivers licence photo type face, with friend Rania looking radiant.
An old poem, some time after the divorce I attended a short course on living single, this is what I was thinking after the first night.
MY LIFE AS A FISH (Lux 1992)
I was content in my solitude,
on my own,
I knew where I was at.
There was no one in this town
I needed to impress
until I entered that uninviting room
full of people,
all lonely and alone.
Most of them like stranded fish,
gasping for breath
with only their sad eyes
above the black mud
You were like a beacon further out to sea.
A shining light
NO - a flashing light.
Was that a friendly flash
or a warning flash?
WARNING
stay on this side of the room!
The other sex can't be trusted at the moment
and am I not also a gasping fish?
Why else would I be here?
I feel sick,
need fresh air,
DON'T MOVE!
All the fish will notice.
Breathe slowly,
try not to gasp.
Don't even know why I'm here,
"Live Successfully As A Single Person"
that's how the advertisment read
'One Night A Week For Eight Weeks".
You are the only one not gasping,
how do you do it?
I want to walk over and touch you,
impress you
by not gasping like the other fish.
But I can't,
need to be alone,
I was alone
when I came here tonight,
now I feel lonely.
For those who could be bothered getting to the end, thank you.
Lux
Can't write much today cuz I can't find my glasses, sorta just getting by with an old pair so it's all pretty much cut and paste for this blog.
A photo from a recent function wearing a Pink Floyd tie and showing my very worst drivers licence photo type face, with friend Rania looking radiant.
An old poem, some time after the divorce I attended a short course on living single, this is what I was thinking after the first night.
MY LIFE AS A FISH (Lux 1992)
I was content in my solitude,
on my own,
I knew where I was at.
There was no one in this town
I needed to impress
until I entered that uninviting room
full of people,
all lonely and alone.
Most of them like stranded fish,
gasping for breath
with only their sad eyes
above the black mud
You were like a beacon further out to sea.
A shining light
NO - a flashing light.
Was that a friendly flash
or a warning flash?
WARNING
stay on this side of the room!
The other sex can't be trusted at the moment
and am I not also a gasping fish?
Why else would I be here?
I feel sick,
need fresh air,
DON'T MOVE!
All the fish will notice.
Breathe slowly,
try not to gasp.
Don't even know why I'm here,
"Live Successfully As A Single Person"
that's how the advertisment read
'One Night A Week For Eight Weeks".
You are the only one not gasping,
how do you do it?
I want to walk over and touch you,
impress you
by not gasping like the other fish.
But I can't,
need to be alone,
I was alone
when I came here tonight,
now I feel lonely.
For those who could be bothered getting to the end, thank you.
Lux
A beautiful piece of spoken word to music by Billy Bragg
Seeing as it's audio only, here's another from the master, Jack Karouac
Raindrops Talking (Lux, 1972)
The rain tells me things I don't want to hear
about people living in constant fear
Each drop is talking, they all start to shout
and I don't understand what it's all about
The shouting gets louder and turns to a scream
then I start to realise it's the same old dream
It's not quite true and not really right
that the sun should shine all through the night
Stars don't twinkle, they only appear
between dark clouds that cause the fear
and turn into rain when I'm out walking
.... that's when I hear the raindrops talking
A Dream Called Hillary
In my early 20s, in the days when the earth was still young, I had a very vivid and realistic dream. In this dream I met my lifelong partner, her name was Hillary but as hard as I tried, I could remember nothing of her face. I had only ever known one Hillary and there was no way she was the one, so the search started. I dated a very attractive girl called Vali, (a name that would become very important in my life later on when I discovered the inspiring art of Vali Myers) but we really had nothing in common, she did however have a younger sister Hillary so I had to keep dating her until I met said sister; like Vali she preferred classical music and ballet to blues and art-house cinema, plus she was still at school and the family gene pool had not been as kind to her physical features as it had been to Vali. The search continued and a few years later I became quite besotted by a waitress in a bistro and I became a semi-regular as I tried hard to pluck up the courage to ask her for a date, I hadn't picked up her name at this stage but then another waitress spoke to her calling her Hillary right at that very point in time when I was destined to knock my drink over. Total embarrassment reigned as the partner who had been chosen for me by the Dreamcaster cleaned up my mess as I stuttered and stammered a feeble apology. Worse was to come. Two men in taylored suits walked in, Hillary walked up to them, threw her arms around the neck of one of them and kissed him lovingly on the lips, he turned around to be shown to his seat and I wanted to die when I saw that it was Henry Bossong. Henry had been in a few of my engineering classes at university but we weren't in the same social circles, I was one of the cool kids (no - not like Keith) and Henry was nothing but a nerd who studied all the time; so I dropped out of uni and Henry got the civil engineering degree and the lady of my dreams.
LESSON ONE: Cool kids win the good chics for a few years but the nerdies get to keep them in the end.
That dream still comes to mind two or three times a year, I have never had a dream before or since that was so vivid. So a few days ago I logged on to my email and there was one from Hillary Mason (yes, Mason is my surname), well I can't begin to tell you how much it loosened my bowels! It was from one of those bloggers who use a random generator of first and family names to get past junk mail filters and who seem to know I do not have a penis of monstrous proportions, but the damage had been done. My depression was on a downward spiral at the time and that was enough to finish me off for 3 or 4 days. There is no doubt that I will be using it as a funny story in years to come, but not just yet.
Other than that, life has been pretty much "same ol' same ol" for Lux.
Seeing as it's audio only, here's another from the master, Jack Karouac
Raindrops Talking (Lux, 1972)
The rain tells me things I don't want to hear
about people living in constant fear
Each drop is talking, they all start to shout
and I don't understand what it's all about
The shouting gets louder and turns to a scream
then I start to realise it's the same old dream
It's not quite true and not really right
that the sun should shine all through the night
Stars don't twinkle, they only appear
between dark clouds that cause the fear
and turn into rain when I'm out walking
.... that's when I hear the raindrops talking
A Dream Called Hillary
In my early 20s, in the days when the earth was still young, I had a very vivid and realistic dream. In this dream I met my lifelong partner, her name was Hillary but as hard as I tried, I could remember nothing of her face. I had only ever known one Hillary and there was no way she was the one, so the search started. I dated a very attractive girl called Vali, (a name that would become very important in my life later on when I discovered the inspiring art of Vali Myers) but we really had nothing in common, she did however have a younger sister Hillary so I had to keep dating her until I met said sister; like Vali she preferred classical music and ballet to blues and art-house cinema, plus she was still at school and the family gene pool had not been as kind to her physical features as it had been to Vali. The search continued and a few years later I became quite besotted by a waitress in a bistro and I became a semi-regular as I tried hard to pluck up the courage to ask her for a date, I hadn't picked up her name at this stage but then another waitress spoke to her calling her Hillary right at that very point in time when I was destined to knock my drink over. Total embarrassment reigned as the partner who had been chosen for me by the Dreamcaster cleaned up my mess as I stuttered and stammered a feeble apology. Worse was to come. Two men in taylored suits walked in, Hillary walked up to them, threw her arms around the neck of one of them and kissed him lovingly on the lips, he turned around to be shown to his seat and I wanted to die when I saw that it was Henry Bossong. Henry had been in a few of my engineering classes at university but we weren't in the same social circles, I was one of the cool kids (no - not like Keith) and Henry was nothing but a nerd who studied all the time; so I dropped out of uni and Henry got the civil engineering degree and the lady of my dreams.
LESSON ONE: Cool kids win the good chics for a few years but the nerdies get to keep them in the end.
That dream still comes to mind two or three times a year, I have never had a dream before or since that was so vivid. So a few days ago I logged on to my email and there was one from Hillary Mason (yes, Mason is my surname), well I can't begin to tell you how much it loosened my bowels! It was from one of those bloggers who use a random generator of first and family names to get past junk mail filters and who seem to know I do not have a penis of monstrous proportions, but the damage had been done. My depression was on a downward spiral at the time and that was enough to finish me off for 3 or 4 days. There is no doubt that I will be using it as a funny story in years to come, but not just yet.
Other than that, life has been pretty much "same ol' same ol" for Lux.
I never tire of this spoken word to music number, Screenwriter's Blues by Soul Coughing
A poem written many years ago, too many to care about.
BILLIE'S BLUES
Where's Kerouac
and where are his clones
Where is the adonis
I loved, Brian Jones
Where's Lowell George
his guitar still sliding
He's with Stewie Spears
whose pigskins are hiding
I can hear Stan Getz
in the stillness of night
and Charlie Bird Parker
blow mornings first light
I can see the sad lady
who sang the sweet blues
they're with me forever
Billie's blues - Jack's haikus!
I'm always thinking I have nothing to say, well it turns out I have a book full of this sort of rubbish to draw from.
My favourite photo of a very special friend, Vidalia. Because of her I stepped out of my own shadow and found light, I shared that light with her. We have never met and I don't expect we ever will.
Lux
A poem written many years ago, too many to care about.
BILLIE'S BLUES
Where's Kerouac
and where are his clones
Where is the adonis
I loved, Brian Jones
Where's Lowell George
his guitar still sliding
He's with Stewie Spears
whose pigskins are hiding
I can hear Stan Getz
in the stillness of night
and Charlie Bird Parker
blow mornings first light
I can see the sad lady
who sang the sweet blues
they're with me forever
Billie's blues - Jack's haikus!
I'm always thinking I have nothing to say, well it turns out I have a book full of this sort of rubbish to draw from.
My favourite photo of a very special friend, Vidalia. Because of her I stepped out of my own shadow and found light, I shared that light with her. We have never met and I don't expect we ever will.
Lux
It's been nearly a month since I updated my Blog but I don't have anything to say really, except that I am back at work after a long illness and seemingly continuing to improve. What a roller coaster ride life is!
If anyone reads this who hasn't seen Vidalia's Dim The Lights photo set, you don't know what you are missing. For someone who has only been using a camera for 12 months, she shows so much talent both as a photographer and a model; that's right, she did both in this set.
This song has been my anthem for the last year, relax and have a listen to Robbie Robertson's "Somewhere Down The Crazy River". Spoken word to music again which most of you know I love.
Now for the ugliness that is Lux. These were taken only yesterday at a friendly gathering where someone decided there should be a tattoo competition, long overdue for a haircut and beard trim I might add but I rarely have my photo taken so here they are.
That's all folks !
If anyone reads this who hasn't seen Vidalia's Dim The Lights photo set, you don't know what you are missing. For someone who has only been using a camera for 12 months, she shows so much talent both as a photographer and a model; that's right, she did both in this set.
This song has been my anthem for the last year, relax and have a listen to Robbie Robertson's "Somewhere Down The Crazy River". Spoken word to music again which most of you know I love.
Now for the ugliness that is Lux. These were taken only yesterday at a friendly gathering where someone decided there should be a tattoo competition, long overdue for a haircut and beard trim I might add but I rarely have my photo taken so here they are.
That's all folks !
FROM SAINT LUX - THE SG ALTERNATE BIBLE STUDY THEORIST
And the first hymn will appropriately be Saints by The Breeders
Being a devout atheist, my only interest in biblical studies it from the point of view of history; I once started reading a history of Christianity but had to stop at 400AD because I was so angry about what Christians were doing to each other in the name of Christ and God.
I watched a program on History Channel about what is missing from the Old Testament and it was fascinating. Full time employed Jewish scholars read the bible looking for information on named people, if they find a name but no other information then there must have been a text containing this information amongst thousands of scriptures that didn't make the final cut, or in SG language, didn't go PINK. There are thousands upon thousands of these old texts and it was here the discovery was made that Adam had a wife before Eve. Like ka-fucking-pow! So the bullshit we were fed at Sunday school really was bullshit, oh I likes it - this was now fingernail biting stuff. Man and woman were created simultaneously, wifey #1 had a bit of feminist, women's lib and Suicide Girl in her and stood up to Adam regarding what he decided was woman's work and ended up walking out on him; this is why Eve was created from Adam's rib. Now when the name of first wifey was given I thought "oh yeah, I've heard that name before, I will remember that". Next day it was gone from the grey matter for all time, so for want of a more suitable name we will call her Rys. What follows is my version drawing on information contained in the testaments (read blogs) from the fertile mind of Rys and the warped mind of Lux.
So Rys was constantly refusing to wash Adam's jocks, Adam wouldn't wash then as in his mind it was a girl's job. This went on for weeks until one night Rys couldn't stand the smell of him or his jocks anymore, so packed her things and left. Adam woke up with a morning glory, no Rys to be seen anywhere so he was stuck with it; remember this was the Garden of Eden and wanking had not yet been invented.
ADAM: Hey God, where's my woman? I need some nookie.
GOD: Adam, she has left you and will never return.
ADAM: What the fuck, so what are you going to do about it? I mean you told us we had to make babies and that bitch didn't want to shag unless it was her idea to do so, I want another one - don't sent that smartass back here, OK?
GOD: There is no other woman, but let me think about it.
God searches for and finds Rys.
GOD: Why did you leave Adam instead of having his children?
RYS: Did you smell him lately? Chauvinist pig he it, I've got better things to do like get a few more degrees.
GOD: What is that thing made from wood and leather?
RYS: It's called a strap on.
GOD: And what do you intend to do with it?
RYS: When I find you I'm going to peg you.
GOD: But I don't have any lube.
RYS: Yes, it's going to be most enjoyable, revenge is sweet!
GOD: Are you going to return to Adam?
RYS: No way Jose, or is that no way Heysoos? When I find where you hide, it will be collar and chain time for you boy and you will do as I say, understood?
GOD: Hey I like that name but I would spell it Jesus, can I use it?
RYS: Sure, whatever, just so long as I don't have to go back to that jerk.
So God goes to the next director's meeting in the great boardroom in the sky and has to explain his big stuff-up and why he gave the superior brain to the woman, he also suggested making another woman from Adam's rib. The directors are furious, they demote God to forever be the slave of Rys and give Albertine his former job as reward for the paper she put forward to the board of her ideas on portraying the human body for The Illustrated SG Bible. Albertine talks to Adam then reduces him to a pile of powdered doggie poo for being such a dick. Albertine then produced woman from clay and calls her Vivid, but in making such a perfect woman doesn't leave enough clay to create man; it was then that Albertine took God's idea and used a rib from Vivid and made Lux to serve and obey her.
Well something had to happen to put a smile on Lux's face, and it did. OK Vivid, let's start making babies!
Lux
And the first hymn will appropriately be Saints by The Breeders
Being a devout atheist, my only interest in biblical studies it from the point of view of history; I once started reading a history of Christianity but had to stop at 400AD because I was so angry about what Christians were doing to each other in the name of Christ and God.
I watched a program on History Channel about what is missing from the Old Testament and it was fascinating. Full time employed Jewish scholars read the bible looking for information on named people, if they find a name but no other information then there must have been a text containing this information amongst thousands of scriptures that didn't make the final cut, or in SG language, didn't go PINK. There are thousands upon thousands of these old texts and it was here the discovery was made that Adam had a wife before Eve. Like ka-fucking-pow! So the bullshit we were fed at Sunday school really was bullshit, oh I likes it - this was now fingernail biting stuff. Man and woman were created simultaneously, wifey #1 had a bit of feminist, women's lib and Suicide Girl in her and stood up to Adam regarding what he decided was woman's work and ended up walking out on him; this is why Eve was created from Adam's rib. Now when the name of first wifey was given I thought "oh yeah, I've heard that name before, I will remember that". Next day it was gone from the grey matter for all time, so for want of a more suitable name we will call her Rys. What follows is my version drawing on information contained in the testaments (read blogs) from the fertile mind of Rys and the warped mind of Lux.
So Rys was constantly refusing to wash Adam's jocks, Adam wouldn't wash then as in his mind it was a girl's job. This went on for weeks until one night Rys couldn't stand the smell of him or his jocks anymore, so packed her things and left. Adam woke up with a morning glory, no Rys to be seen anywhere so he was stuck with it; remember this was the Garden of Eden and wanking had not yet been invented.
ADAM: Hey God, where's my woman? I need some nookie.
GOD: Adam, she has left you and will never return.
ADAM: What the fuck, so what are you going to do about it? I mean you told us we had to make babies and that bitch didn't want to shag unless it was her idea to do so, I want another one - don't sent that smartass back here, OK?
GOD: There is no other woman, but let me think about it.
God searches for and finds Rys.
GOD: Why did you leave Adam instead of having his children?
RYS: Did you smell him lately? Chauvinist pig he it, I've got better things to do like get a few more degrees.
GOD: What is that thing made from wood and leather?
RYS: It's called a strap on.
GOD: And what do you intend to do with it?
RYS: When I find you I'm going to peg you.
GOD: But I don't have any lube.
RYS: Yes, it's going to be most enjoyable, revenge is sweet!
GOD: Are you going to return to Adam?
RYS: No way Jose, or is that no way Heysoos? When I find where you hide, it will be collar and chain time for you boy and you will do as I say, understood?
GOD: Hey I like that name but I would spell it Jesus, can I use it?
RYS: Sure, whatever, just so long as I don't have to go back to that jerk.
So God goes to the next director's meeting in the great boardroom in the sky and has to explain his big stuff-up and why he gave the superior brain to the woman, he also suggested making another woman from Adam's rib. The directors are furious, they demote God to forever be the slave of Rys and give Albertine his former job as reward for the paper she put forward to the board of her ideas on portraying the human body for The Illustrated SG Bible. Albertine talks to Adam then reduces him to a pile of powdered doggie poo for being such a dick. Albertine then produced woman from clay and calls her Vivid, but in making such a perfect woman doesn't leave enough clay to create man; it was then that Albertine took God's idea and used a rib from Vivid and made Lux to serve and obey her.
Well something had to happen to put a smile on Lux's face, and it did. OK Vivid, let's start making babies!
Lux
The scene setter, I love spoken word to music -
One of my favourite songs from the '90s, the Australian group Skunkhour with Up To Our Necks In It.
HOLY FUCK I love this photo so much!
HOLY FUCK!
That's all I've been able to say since seeing Vivid's new set!
HOLY FUCK!
The phone rang so I picked it up and said
HOLY FUCK!
Hello, this is your mother, what did you just say?
HOLY FUCK!
You wouldn't say that to me if your father were still alive!
HOLY FUCK!
The front door bell rings so I open it
HOLY FUCK!
Well according to the book of Mormon you got the first word correct sir.
HOLY FUCK!
I can now die a happy man as I have seen perfection and idolise the creator of perfection.
HOLY FUCK!
Vivid is a great model but Albertine the photographer raises her to iconic status.
HOLY FUCK!
Being something of a photographer I worship Albertine, I have her statuette on top of a Corinthian column in the middle of my lounge room and dance around it every night naked while beating myself with a bramble branch and uttering ancient Hellenic chants! [A deep resonating voice from somewhere above] Albertine will now take one of Vivid's ribs and create MAN. "Hey, hey, hey, don't you mean, and will create LUX?" [Again from above] No, no, no, Lux is a loser and must be eradicated from the gene pool; Albertine will create a REAL man.
"Rys, this is Lux calling, your God is following me again, control him plea " A bolt of lightning and Lux turns to a pile of powdered dog's poo.
Well not quite like that, but you should know by now that I am reasonably impressed with Soul Stripped featuring Vivid by Albertine. I like to see shots where the model is part of the scene rather than the model dominating the scene. This set raises the bar even higher as did the latest sets of Flux and Rigel, but this one is all about photography and it excels! I get fed up with close-ups of tits, bums (if you're going to quote me, please include the whole sentence - Lux is not, repeat NOT fed up with tits and bums, ok? Good, read on) and other body parts that are passed off as photo sets, here we have a top model and a top photographer working as a team and creating a sensational combination of glamour, fashion, character study and portraiture. It could easily be sold as a photographic book that would rate amongst all-time classics like Cowboy Kate.
I suppose then it is no coincidence that Albertine has done three SG sets for my White Goddess.
The White Goddess with her bottle of holy water
Lux
One of my favourite songs from the '90s, the Australian group Skunkhour with Up To Our Necks In It.
HOLY FUCK I love this photo so much!
HOLY FUCK!
That's all I've been able to say since seeing Vivid's new set!
HOLY FUCK!
The phone rang so I picked it up and said
HOLY FUCK!
Hello, this is your mother, what did you just say?
HOLY FUCK!
You wouldn't say that to me if your father were still alive!
HOLY FUCK!
The front door bell rings so I open it
HOLY FUCK!
Well according to the book of Mormon you got the first word correct sir.
HOLY FUCK!
I can now die a happy man as I have seen perfection and idolise the creator of perfection.
HOLY FUCK!
Vivid is a great model but Albertine the photographer raises her to iconic status.
HOLY FUCK!
Being something of a photographer I worship Albertine, I have her statuette on top of a Corinthian column in the middle of my lounge room and dance around it every night naked while beating myself with a bramble branch and uttering ancient Hellenic chants! [A deep resonating voice from somewhere above] Albertine will now take one of Vivid's ribs and create MAN. "Hey, hey, hey, don't you mean, and will create LUX?" [Again from above] No, no, no, Lux is a loser and must be eradicated from the gene pool; Albertine will create a REAL man.
"Rys, this is Lux calling, your God is following me again, control him plea " A bolt of lightning and Lux turns to a pile of powdered dog's poo.
Well not quite like that, but you should know by now that I am reasonably impressed with Soul Stripped featuring Vivid by Albertine. I like to see shots where the model is part of the scene rather than the model dominating the scene. This set raises the bar even higher as did the latest sets of Flux and Rigel, but this one is all about photography and it excels! I get fed up with close-ups of tits, bums (if you're going to quote me, please include the whole sentence - Lux is not, repeat NOT fed up with tits and bums, ok? Good, read on) and other body parts that are passed off as photo sets, here we have a top model and a top photographer working as a team and creating a sensational combination of glamour, fashion, character study and portraiture. It could easily be sold as a photographic book that would rate amongst all-time classics like Cowboy Kate.
I suppose then it is no coincidence that Albertine has done three SG sets for my White Goddess.
The White Goddess with her bottle of holy water
Lux
I just had to share this song, as it's being dominating my head lately. In some parts of it she sounds so much like Billie Holiday that it's almost spooky, hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Last night, just before going to bed I knocked a jar of Sambal Oelek out of the fridge and of course it smashed on the tile floor. So I thought well stuff it, I'll clean it up tomorrow; well a single guy living alone can make decisions like that. So I got up during the night, didn't turn the light on and spent the next hour picking glass out of both feet - today can only get better!
Last night, just before going to bed I knocked a jar of Sambal Oelek out of the fridge and of course it smashed on the tile floor. So I thought well stuff it, I'll clean it up tomorrow; well a single guy living alone can make decisions like that. So I got up during the night, didn't turn the light on and spent the next hour picking glass out of both feet - today can only get better!
This is going to be one of those "you can't please every one all the time" posts, it was inspired by a good SG Member friend who has decided to go into a monogamous relationship and got mixed reaction when she broke the news to her "close friends". No, I was not one of her close friends, geography being the only reason as far as I am concerned but that of course doesn't take into account her scorecard on me. In my youth I may have tried to row the seven seas on the promise of a shag, I can still remember long ago walking six miles and not getting one, it was a very long, very dark and very painful walk home.
This is written from a male point of view after being shocked with the news that his girlfriend or casual sex partner now wants to change that friendship to p-p-p-p-p-platonic. I just now had a look at my list of SG friends to see if I was going to offend any of you, it's only a small and selective list as to me the word FRIEND means something and I'm not in any race to see who can be first to get the most. You are all on my list because there is something about you that I feel is admirable; it really is a coincidence that you all happen to be young and beautiful! I mean, I have requested friendship from older SG females but maybe they just don't trust me as I am not a member of the Geezers Group, I was a member for three days but have you seen the drivel they carry on with there? It's like afternoon tea break at the local "half price for pensioners bingo day", no thanks - I am quite happy to grow old disgracefully. I did request friendship from a male once as well; maybe I could have worded the request differently instead of:
"I stumbled across you on the Bla-bla-bla Group and think your style is superb, not to mention your ID logo. Well no actually, it's not that I even like you, I need a male friend on SG so as not to be accused of discrimination or homophobia or some other long word I don't even know the meaning of, so your name came out of the hat first, BASTARD!"
As for how guys react to that sort of news, well there are three schools of thought here that I am aware of:
One is that it can be too difficult to make a clean start if there hasn't been a clean break, so it's time to say goodbye. A lot of girls are shocked by this reaction and I have been accused of being selfish, I mean what else do you want from me? I tend to suffer from rejection so this is the one I would usually subscribe to; I really don't need to be reminded that another bear has stolen what was my honey pot. Only once have I had an office relationship and we shared an office, so after the split I could hear her making dates and weekend plans within earshot and it was so painful.
The second theory is that it is always the one who breaks if off that wants to stay friends and that is usually the female. Well yes that agrees with my experience too, it's a bit like a peace offering - you can no longer have your happy hunting grounds, but here is a nice reservation that I am sure will be good enough for you and you will still be able to watch others hunt there freely. Well thanks, but no thanks.
The third was best summed up by the late and very great Lenny Bruce when he said that guys who want to stay friends think there still has to be one more time, they refuse to believe that you will never want to shag them any more. Well I do believe you don't want to shag me anymore so excuse me if I don't keep sniffing around.
I hope I have stirred something up here and get some feedback, good or bad. A couple of you are doing post-graduate studies, there are some sexaholics, one has just ended a long term relationship, at least one is married, some are in casual relationships and I'm not even sure that some of you even include men as lovers, so I think between you all we have a good cross section of the SG community.
So, over to you,
Lux
This is written from a male point of view after being shocked with the news that his girlfriend or casual sex partner now wants to change that friendship to p-p-p-p-p-platonic. I just now had a look at my list of SG friends to see if I was going to offend any of you, it's only a small and selective list as to me the word FRIEND means something and I'm not in any race to see who can be first to get the most. You are all on my list because there is something about you that I feel is admirable; it really is a coincidence that you all happen to be young and beautiful! I mean, I have requested friendship from older SG females but maybe they just don't trust me as I am not a member of the Geezers Group, I was a member for three days but have you seen the drivel they carry on with there? It's like afternoon tea break at the local "half price for pensioners bingo day", no thanks - I am quite happy to grow old disgracefully. I did request friendship from a male once as well; maybe I could have worded the request differently instead of:
"I stumbled across you on the Bla-bla-bla Group and think your style is superb, not to mention your ID logo. Well no actually, it's not that I even like you, I need a male friend on SG so as not to be accused of discrimination or homophobia or some other long word I don't even know the meaning of, so your name came out of the hat first, BASTARD!"
As for how guys react to that sort of news, well there are three schools of thought here that I am aware of:
One is that it can be too difficult to make a clean start if there hasn't been a clean break, so it's time to say goodbye. A lot of girls are shocked by this reaction and I have been accused of being selfish, I mean what else do you want from me? I tend to suffer from rejection so this is the one I would usually subscribe to; I really don't need to be reminded that another bear has stolen what was my honey pot. Only once have I had an office relationship and we shared an office, so after the split I could hear her making dates and weekend plans within earshot and it was so painful.
The second theory is that it is always the one who breaks if off that wants to stay friends and that is usually the female. Well yes that agrees with my experience too, it's a bit like a peace offering - you can no longer have your happy hunting grounds, but here is a nice reservation that I am sure will be good enough for you and you will still be able to watch others hunt there freely. Well thanks, but no thanks.
The third was best summed up by the late and very great Lenny Bruce when he said that guys who want to stay friends think there still has to be one more time, they refuse to believe that you will never want to shag them any more. Well I do believe you don't want to shag me anymore so excuse me if I don't keep sniffing around.
I hope I have stirred something up here and get some feedback, good or bad. A couple of you are doing post-graduate studies, there are some sexaholics, one has just ended a long term relationship, at least one is married, some are in casual relationships and I'm not even sure that some of you even include men as lovers, so I think between you all we have a good cross section of the SG community.
So, over to you,
Lux
I have a personality problem that people sometimes think I'm serious when I'm not and sometimes think I'm joking when I'm serious. A perfect example was when I had a stroke at work a few years back, I didn't know what had happened but the left side of my body was totally paralised, I had just stood up after a meeting and everyone else had gone so I was just standing there holding on to the back of a chair when a girl I knew walked in to prepare for the next meeting. She spoke and I tried to answer but instead of normal speach it was more like chimpanzee jibbering, at that point I thought "now it's only eight paces to the door, you can get that far" but as soon as I let go of the chair I just fell over and lay there unable to move. Well of course she thought I was mucking about, when I didn't answer she came and stood right over me and said "Lux please tell me you are joking, oh i don't know what to do, you are joking aren't you?" Well my vision and thinking were fine, I just couldn't talk or move so I was looking right up her skirt and loving it as she was drop dead gorgeous. Now this was a situation that could have killed me and all I was thinking was "with half my body paralised, what would happen if I got an erection right now". Anyway that didn't happen, the paralysis was only temporary and the hospital found a twisted artery in my brain that had caused the problem and surgery fixed it. The Doctors said they had no idea why the artery was twisted and didn't like my theory of it being caused by a twisted mind.
When I told the story after my recovery my sister started crying and said "you could have died, why couldn't you at least take that seriously?" and I replied "there was no point in stressing about it at the time, there was nothing I was capable of doing except take full advantage of the positive in the situation which is what I did and lay there blissfully looking up Angie's skirt.", at that she ran out of the room crying even more. Well at least I now know how to make my sister cry.
Ever since then I have always believed there is a positive in every situation and if people come to me with what seem to them to be huge problems, I say let's sit down and look for a positive and there always is one.
Shit, that last paragraph sounded a bit like the conclusion of the christian hour, didn't it? Just mail in your donation in used $50.00 notes to Jim, box O410E, Jonestown, Guyana. Rys, where are you darling? Rys! Come and put a collar and leash on your God please, he's starting to follow me around. Oh no, now he's pissed on my leg! RYS!
Did you hear about the dislexic agnostic? Went right through life wondering if there really was a doG.
Lux
When I told the story after my recovery my sister started crying and said "you could have died, why couldn't you at least take that seriously?" and I replied "there was no point in stressing about it at the time, there was nothing I was capable of doing except take full advantage of the positive in the situation which is what I did and lay there blissfully looking up Angie's skirt.", at that she ran out of the room crying even more. Well at least I now know how to make my sister cry.
Ever since then I have always believed there is a positive in every situation and if people come to me with what seem to them to be huge problems, I say let's sit down and look for a positive and there always is one.
Shit, that last paragraph sounded a bit like the conclusion of the christian hour, didn't it? Just mail in your donation in used $50.00 notes to Jim, box O410E, Jonestown, Guyana. Rys, where are you darling? Rys! Come and put a collar and leash on your God please, he's starting to follow me around. Oh no, now he's pissed on my leg! RYS!
Did you hear about the dislexic agnostic? Went right through life wondering if there really was a doG.
Lux
THE RIVER OF TIME
I was watching a documentary on the History Channel recently about the Bermuda Triangle, yes I know - seen it all before, but I always hope there will be some new information one way or the other. There was some new (for me at least) info on Flight 19, which offered a plausible explanation as to why they were flying east instead of west. There was also a theory offered of a worm hole in the earth claiming that is you go from the BT straight through the centre of the earth, you would come out off the coast of Japan. OK so far but they then claimed that every time there is an unexplained incident in the BT there is also one in this area off Japan, you guessed it, no other details or dates to back it up.
Well this got my little pea brain going off on a tangent and thinking what if there were time wormholes here on earth? This is certainly the type of theory used by Tim Powers in The Anubis Gates where the main character Doyle goes back in time only to become no other than Samuel Coleridge. A book that every book reader should either read or be shot! I think that last statement is due to heat exhaustion, the third day in a row of century + heat and it is currently 40 C, I cant even think what that is in degrees F. I have a tee-shirt wrapped around my head to keep the perspiration from dripping onto my glasses, Tasmania sounds like a good cool place to live at the moment. The same sort of idea was recently used in the British drama series Life On Mars.
Enough of the complaining and getting back to where I was heading - The River Of Time. There is a beautiful piece of prose in The Anubis Gates I would like to quote here:
The old man sighed, ran his fingers through his thinning hair, and then gave Doyle a hard stare. "Time," he said solemnly, "is comparable to a river flowing under a layer of ice. It stretches us out like water weeds, from root to tip, from birth to death, curling around whatever rocks or snags happen to lie in our path; and no one can get out of the river because of the ice roof, and no one can turn back against the current for an instant."
"Picture it, now: if you could stand outside the time river, on some kind of bank, say, and see through the ice, why then you could walk upstream and see Rome and Nineveh in their heydays, or downstream and see whatever the future holds. Now - pay attention, this is the important part - sometime, something happened to punch holes in the metaphorical ice cover. Don't ask me how it happened, but spread out across roughly six hundred years there's a shotgun pattern of gaps . . . . . and if there happens to be a gap when and where you are, it is possible to get out of the time stream at that point, and re-enter at any other gap."
"I have discovered how to do it."
On the next page is a quote from Heraclitus, "No man can step into the same river twice, for the second time it's not the same river, and he's not the same man." Now that has WOW factor plus.
Well, I didn't say it was going to be a short blog entry! On to phase two of The River Of Time according to Luxovius Saggita.
I collect rather an eclectic range of music with one of the subjects being the early '70s West Coast sound preferably on vinyl. There's something about vinyl: you can actually smell it and each one has its own unique smell, also you have to treat it the way you would treat old mechanical machinery and to do that you have to love it. CDs are such sterile objects that have no smell and can be repeatedly abused and still work; the big drawback with vinyl is that it's such a pain to transfer music from them to an MP3 player!
So I got hold of a 3 LP set "Fillmore, The Last Days", some beautiful stuff on there including a group called Lamb, no - not the recent group also called Lamb. A look through my old and mutilated Schwartz (or was it Schwantz or even Schwann?) catalogue showed they had previously released 3 albums; all deleted, available on import only Downunda, and this was pre Ebay. Garage sales were a big attraction for me back then and one day I struck gold, New Riders Of The Purple Sage, The Elvin Bishop Group, some obscure Frank Zappa stuff, and Lamb - all imports. It was the last of seven such garage sales I had attended and late in the day, most of the popular type vinyl had been sold so the lady let me have 5 of her son's LPs for $1.00 each, I tried to look like I was doing her a favour while at the same time trying not to wet my pants with excitement, WOW! I was a bit disappointed with the Lamb album at first as it was the third and final release and they had been reduced to a folk-rock duo but I soon grew to like it a lot. The singer Barbara Mauritz later did a solo album, I'm still trying to like it but that really was a crap album. On the Lamb LP is a song called Reach High written by J Cain & J Corbitt that I would like to transcribe here too:
As life passed by you
on the river of time
Calls out your number
and throws you a line
Set sail for the sunrise,
fear not in the night
And if you feel yourself sinking,
reach high with your light
Seek love and friendship
and understand its ways
Because love never costs you
as much as it pays.
If anyone else has river of time stories, I sure would like to hear them.
I was watching a documentary on the History Channel recently about the Bermuda Triangle, yes I know - seen it all before, but I always hope there will be some new information one way or the other. There was some new (for me at least) info on Flight 19, which offered a plausible explanation as to why they were flying east instead of west. There was also a theory offered of a worm hole in the earth claiming that is you go from the BT straight through the centre of the earth, you would come out off the coast of Japan. OK so far but they then claimed that every time there is an unexplained incident in the BT there is also one in this area off Japan, you guessed it, no other details or dates to back it up.
Well this got my little pea brain going off on a tangent and thinking what if there were time wormholes here on earth? This is certainly the type of theory used by Tim Powers in The Anubis Gates where the main character Doyle goes back in time only to become no other than Samuel Coleridge. A book that every book reader should either read or be shot! I think that last statement is due to heat exhaustion, the third day in a row of century + heat and it is currently 40 C, I cant even think what that is in degrees F. I have a tee-shirt wrapped around my head to keep the perspiration from dripping onto my glasses, Tasmania sounds like a good cool place to live at the moment. The same sort of idea was recently used in the British drama series Life On Mars.
Enough of the complaining and getting back to where I was heading - The River Of Time. There is a beautiful piece of prose in The Anubis Gates I would like to quote here:
The old man sighed, ran his fingers through his thinning hair, and then gave Doyle a hard stare. "Time," he said solemnly, "is comparable to a river flowing under a layer of ice. It stretches us out like water weeds, from root to tip, from birth to death, curling around whatever rocks or snags happen to lie in our path; and no one can get out of the river because of the ice roof, and no one can turn back against the current for an instant."
"Picture it, now: if you could stand outside the time river, on some kind of bank, say, and see through the ice, why then you could walk upstream and see Rome and Nineveh in their heydays, or downstream and see whatever the future holds. Now - pay attention, this is the important part - sometime, something happened to punch holes in the metaphorical ice cover. Don't ask me how it happened, but spread out across roughly six hundred years there's a shotgun pattern of gaps . . . . . and if there happens to be a gap when and where you are, it is possible to get out of the time stream at that point, and re-enter at any other gap."
"I have discovered how to do it."
On the next page is a quote from Heraclitus, "No man can step into the same river twice, for the second time it's not the same river, and he's not the same man." Now that has WOW factor plus.
Well, I didn't say it was going to be a short blog entry! On to phase two of The River Of Time according to Luxovius Saggita.
I collect rather an eclectic range of music with one of the subjects being the early '70s West Coast sound preferably on vinyl. There's something about vinyl: you can actually smell it and each one has its own unique smell, also you have to treat it the way you would treat old mechanical machinery and to do that you have to love it. CDs are such sterile objects that have no smell and can be repeatedly abused and still work; the big drawback with vinyl is that it's such a pain to transfer music from them to an MP3 player!
So I got hold of a 3 LP set "Fillmore, The Last Days", some beautiful stuff on there including a group called Lamb, no - not the recent group also called Lamb. A look through my old and mutilated Schwartz (or was it Schwantz or even Schwann?) catalogue showed they had previously released 3 albums; all deleted, available on import only Downunda, and this was pre Ebay. Garage sales were a big attraction for me back then and one day I struck gold, New Riders Of The Purple Sage, The Elvin Bishop Group, some obscure Frank Zappa stuff, and Lamb - all imports. It was the last of seven such garage sales I had attended and late in the day, most of the popular type vinyl had been sold so the lady let me have 5 of her son's LPs for $1.00 each, I tried to look like I was doing her a favour while at the same time trying not to wet my pants with excitement, WOW! I was a bit disappointed with the Lamb album at first as it was the third and final release and they had been reduced to a folk-rock duo but I soon grew to like it a lot. The singer Barbara Mauritz later did a solo album, I'm still trying to like it but that really was a crap album. On the Lamb LP is a song called Reach High written by J Cain & J Corbitt that I would like to transcribe here too:
As life passed by you
on the river of time
Calls out your number
and throws you a line
Set sail for the sunrise,
fear not in the night
And if you feel yourself sinking,
reach high with your light
Seek love and friendship
and understand its ways
Because love never costs you
as much as it pays.
If anyone else has river of time stories, I sure would like to hear them.
